“And I have your treasure. You wouldn’t want me to, say . . . throw it overboard, would
you?”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Or melt it down!”
“Watch it!”
“Kyle, get that stick away from her face.”
“Stick? This is my saber! I’m threatening her! Ha-ha!”
“Kyle, come down from there.”
“Aloft to the rigging!”
“Kyle, you’re getting too big for that thing. It always shakes when you climb on it.”
“The good ship Playfort will never sink!”
“Oh yeah? What if I throw my plastic teacup at it?”
“Cannon fire off the starboard port! Take evasive action!”
“I’m gonna get you! Give me my doll!”
“To arms! To arms!”
“Aaaagh!”
“Hahaha! Chrisa, stop shaking the poles!”
“Not until you surrender Mrs. Nesbit!”
“Never!”
“Well, then, go down with your ship!”
“Abandon ship!”
“I have you now! Surrender!”
“You’ll never take me alive!”
“You’re mine!”
“Aagh! I have fallen!”
“Now you are my prisoner! Mrs. Nesbit, are you alright?”
“Oh, the winds of fate are cruel! What will you do to me?”
“For you, sir, oh Bluebeard of the Black Heart, you shall walk the plank!”
“An honorable destiny, for a pirate such as I!”
“And then you shall be marooned.”
“What? I’m already dead!”
“And then you shall spend a year in the brig.”
“That’s cheating!”
“And then you shall be my cabin-boy and swab the poop-deck!”
“But I’ll already be dead!”
“Exactly. You’re a zombie-pirate!”
“Marooned zombie-pirate cabin boy! Heck yes! Let’s do it.”
“I don’t know. . . .”
“What? It was your idea!”
“I just . . . I want to play tea party now. Go maroon yourself.”
“Whatever. Can I first walk the plank? I’ll jump off the back of the slide like this. Come
push me!”
“No. I want to play tea party. Make yourself walk the plank.”
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